After transmigrating to a parallel world, Jiang Zhou finds himself the owner of a film company on the verge of bankruptcy.
His employees are all revolting.
“I don’t want to work another day at this dump!”
“Exactly! Let whoever wants this job take it!”
Faced with his employees’ protests, Jiang Zhou binds himself to a food System. He needs to keep them around so they can work hard for him.
So he cooks for them every day.
Freshly fried scallion pancakes, fragrant cola chicken wings...
The employees swallow hard and make a vow.
“I’ll quit after I eat one more.”
“Me too. Just one million... more.”
Then the employees see their weekly expenses: 3,800? That’s more than my salary!
Although the food is delicious, the running accounts
It really smells like a strange daily routine, and there aren't many words describing the color, smell, and taste of food.
Prices are outrageous, five yuan for a fried dough stick, five yuan for a cup of soy milk
... Small southern city
Employees think it's worth it [eating melon]
Although the food is delicious, the running accounts It really smells like a strange daily routine, and there aren't many words describing the color, smell, and taste of food. Prices are outrageous, five yuan for a fried dough stick, five yuan for a cup of soy milk ... Small southern city Employees think it's worth it [eating melon]
Nothing poisonous, just okay
What can I say, it's quite novel!